|Our dear Suki|
Last week we had to let our Suki go. She was about 16 years old and had been declining physically and mentally.
Suki was a puppy mill breeder for her first seven years. The Shiba Inu Rescue Society bought her at auction and she spent a year as a foster dog. When we brought her home she was still very unsocialized, frightened, and ignorant of the world. We worked with her and she blossomed into a brave, smart dog.
|Suki, when she came to us, huddled in a corner. I sat next to her|
and pet her and talked to her. It took days to get a response.
Suki had to learn to be on a leash, climb stairs, understand open spaces, and the concept that she couldn't go in a straight line when something was between her and her destination.
|Our shy Suki|
|Kara with Suki (on the right)|
|Our old Suki became blind. She loved 'cookie' treats.|
After we lost Kara we adopted Kamikaze. Kaze was a real pistol and bossed Suki around. But as they aged they gave each other great comfort.
|Suki with Kamikaze|
|Suki's back had developed a white strip|
|In her last months, Suki slept a lot.|
|Suki loved when Kamikaze snuggled up|
|Suki's last meal was scrambled eggs.|